Butterflies eat dead people.
Truly, words are a dangerous thing.
Only snatches of dialogue survived the blast.
Be a specter instead to protect yourself.
Everyone wants to feel attractive.
The stones too know how to scream when need be.
The word has its origin in the prefix cis, meaning “to/this the near side,” which is
antonymous with the prefix “trans.”
It’s like fitting the wind in a box.
The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom.
One cannot refute an eye disease.
Note on the Text
These 555 sonnets are made with found lines and precise measures, a database and text analytic software. I crunched Shakespeare’s sonnets for word, syllable and character averages — my new measures. The lines’ oddities are their own, the arrangement is mine. After the text analytics and data entry, many ways of assembling are found. I hold to the turn (when I think of it) and that sonnets are poems of a certain size, but little more. Something in excess of the lines passes through, it’s this that I’m chasing.
John Lowther’s work appears in The Lattice Inside and Another South, and Held to the Letter (with Dana Lisa Young) is forthcoming. He works in video, photography, paint and performance. His dissertation-in-progress tries to reimagine psychoanalysis with intersex and transgender lives as pointers toward our ever-expanding subjective potential. His website: http://lowtherpoet.wordpress.com.